"it's over, redhill."
彡 a tale as old as the times, yet with a little twist. the redhills and the parks haven't been in good terms for as long as hera can remember, a mutual loathing taking over the two families long before their children were born...
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"jungwon was a great human, a great son, a great friend and a great partner... he will never be forgotten for as long as we, his family & friends, are alive. may his beautiful soul rest in peace."
a sniffle reaches hera's ears, causing a frown to appear on her face. she casts a quick look at her brother & realizes, in deep shock, that he's not just crying ─ he's gone full-on 'mourning mode', weeping like a toddler boy having his favorite candy taken away from him.
"are you being for real?" she hisses through gritted teeth, widening her eyes and tilting her head to the right. jake's red and swollen eyes meet hers in an electrified moment, in which he sniffles again & takes a pack of tissues out of his blazer's inner pocket.
he pulls one out and blows his nose. "gotta nail that act." he whispers with a tiny smile hidden behind the dirty paper, making her roll her eyes.
"i know damn well you're not acting."
"okay, fine! it makes me sad ─ happy now?"
she offers him a taunting grin, standing up from her seat as the huge crowd has already started leaving. "very."
the two approach a whimpering yang hyungmin, jungwon's father. the last time hera saw him on the tv, his hair was short and styled, a smile identical to his son's adorning his face; now his hair carry gray highlights & his smile is gone. his cheeks are hollowed, his eyes slightly bulge out of their sockets and his hands are trembling badly.
he takes hera's hands in a shaky grip, clutching onto them for dear life. "you must be the redhill twins." he mutters & offers them a weak smile, looking at the siblings alternatively. "thank you so much for coming today, this means a lot to me."
"my deepest condolences, mr yang. he was so young." hera mumbles with a shake of her head. the man lets out a soft whimper and nods, his nose scrunching in pain.
"i don't know what my boy was up to for over five years now. what was he doing? who would want him dead? i'll never know, & that breaks my heart." his voice breaks at the end, as he lets go of hera's hands and grasps onto his shirt, a tear trickling down his cheek. jake attends to the old man, wrapping one arm around his back and placing the other hand on his shoulder.
hera's brows meet in confusion upon the man's words. he didn't know of his son's whereabouts... and jungwon became 'johnny' long before he joined their company. that's interesting.
"h-his life went in vain." hyungmin continues, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "first my wife, then my son... what'd i do to deserve such bad luck?"
"i'm sorry, kids. i shouldn't be keeping you here with my drama."
"it's alright sir." jake reassures the old man, seeing as his face has contorted into guilt. "if it makes you feel better, then so be it. our family's here for you in those hard times."
